| In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, two men stood face to face.
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| One wore black and one wore white, but of fear there wasnt a trace.
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| Two hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place,
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| And a half a million people
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| Moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people.
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| Makin parts to go to outer space, a train load of people.
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| They were aimin for another place, out of town people.
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| Theres a man in the window with a big cigar, says everythings for sale.
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| The house and the boat and the railroad car, the owners gotta go to jail.
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| He acquired these things from a life of crime, now hes selling them to raise
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| his bail.
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| He was rippin off the people.
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| Sellin guns to the underground, tryin to help the people.
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| Lose their ass for a piece of ground, rippin off the people.
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| Skimmin the top when there was no one around, tryin to help the people.
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| He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide.
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| He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.
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| Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside,
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| Just a warning to the people
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| Who might try to break in at night, protection from the people.
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| Selling safety in the darkest night, tryin to help the people.
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| Get the drugs to the street all right, ordinary people.
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| Well, its hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there.
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| What starts out weak might get too strong, if you cant tell foul from fair.
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| But its hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched into the air,
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| The vigilante people.
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| Takin law into their own hands, conscientious people.
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| Crackin down on the druglords land, government people.
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| Confiscatin all the dealers land, patch-of-ground people.
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| Down at the factory, theyre puttin new windows in.
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| The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in.
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| Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here
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| again,
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| Theyre ordinary people.
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| And theyre livin in a nightmare, hard workin people.
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| And they dont know how they go there, ordinary people.
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| And they think that you dont care, hard workin people.
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| Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin the same thing out.
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| But the people today, they just aint buyin, nobody can figure it out.
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| Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, theyre workin hard without a doubt,
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| Theyre ordinary people.
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| And the dollars what its all about, hard workin people.
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| But the customers are walkin out, lee iacocca people.
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| Yeah, they look but they just dont buy, hard workin people.
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| Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the michelob night.
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| The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin the
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| fight.
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| The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light,
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| He was fightin for the people.
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| But his timing wasnt right, for las vegas people
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| Who came to see a las vegas fight, high rollin people.
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| Takin limos though the neon night, fightin for the people.
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| And then a new rolls royce and a company car they went flyin down the street.
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| Each one tryin to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.
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| The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
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| Of downtown people.
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| Tryin to make their way to work, nose-to-the-stone people.
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| Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin people.
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| Stoppin for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people.
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| Yeah yeah, theyre takin it one day, one day at a time.
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| Out on the railroad track, theyre cleanin up number nine.
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| Theyre scrubbin the boiler down, well, she really is lookin fine.
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| Awe, shes lookin so good, theyre gonna bring her back on line,
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| Ordinary people.
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| Theyre gonna bring the good things back, nose-to-the stone people.
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| Put the business back on track, ordinary people.
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| I got faith in the regular kind, hard workin people,
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| Patch-of-ground people. |